Offerings

My room became a Wunderkammer of sorts, filled with strange and magical items right alongside cheap pieces of mass-produced plastic that made me laugh and reminded me of my friends. The ways in which I saw the gods grew into a visual language, a series of physical metaphors grounded in my everyday experience and sprawling across my living space. Like all languages, it began to create its own meaning.

Column: On Masks

As I settle into the house I find myself living most of my life in that space, surrounded by my allies. Hermes near the door, gathering small bright things like a magpie. Athena by the window, firm and steady and unexpected, watching with her grey eyes. The Good Neighbors at the threshold, honey in their cups and hawthorne close to hand.

Column: Living with the Locals

Luke Babb writes about their experiences with those entities some call “the good neighbors,” some “the fair folk,” and some by dozens of other names – not all of which may refer to the same class of being.

Column: Mistletoe

Luke Babb recounts their attempts – not all of them successful – to bring the spirit of mistletoe into their Yuletide traditions.